Nardo glared at Sammy. “You told her?”
“No. Yes.” Sammy cleared his throat. “Getting wait-listed at MIT is still an honor.”
Nardo pressed his lips together and folded one finger down. “Never have I ever not made it to the interview round for an internship.”
“Never have I ever—”
“Stop!” Courtney slashed the air with her hands. “This is not the Olivia and Nardo Show. You’re both smart, we get it. Let’s move on. Farrah, it’s your turn. Please, make it good.”
“No pressure.” Farrah tried to think of something no one had said yet. “Never have I ever…had a threesome.”
“Duh,” Luke said. “You’re a virgin. You’ve never had a twosome—ow!”
“Sorry,” Farrah said sweetly. “My foot slipped.”
“Yeah, right,” he grumbled.
Two people at the table put their fingers down: Blake and Sammy.
“High school prom.” Blake shrugged.
It didn’t come as a surprise—she knew he was experienced—but jealousy still fluttered in her chest at the thought of Blake with two nameless, faceless girls.
Sammy, on the other hand, was a surprise.
“You’ve had a threesome?” Olivia’s mouth formed a surprised O.
“Years ago.” Sammy shifted in his seat. “It’s not a big deal.”
“Sammy Sam.” Kris eyed him with newfound respect. “Aren’t you full of surprises?”
“Dude, you can’t leave us hanging. Tell us the deets!” Luke urged.
“No way.”
“Come on!”
Farrah tilted her head up to the sky. The moon shone bright and clear. Even the star
s made an appearance.
“I’m going for a walk,” she said.
“We’re at the edge of town. There’s nothing nearby,” Sammy pointed out, clearly eager to shift the attention away from himself.
“I just need to walk off the food.” Farrah stood up. “I’ll be back soon.”
“I’ll go with you.” Blake pushed back his chair. “I could use a walk too.”
“A walk sounds like a good idea.” Kris nudged Courtney, who looked like she was about to argue. “Right, Court?”
Realization dawned on Courtney’s face. “Right. Wish I could bring myself to get up, but I can’t.” She stretched her arms over her head. “Have fun, guys. Remember, we don’t have curfew.”
Luke’s face scrunched in confusion. “We do have curfew. The laoshis said—ow! Would you guys stop kicking me?”
“Stop saying kick-worthy stuff,” Kris said.
While her friends bickered, Farrah slipped out the hostel entrance with Blake in tow.